Monday, 22 October 2012

Cold-hearted treatment leaves a nasty taste


By Michael Wadley


My friend Mara Thorne (who happens to be a HR specialist) published this story recently. It’s all about the ordeal endured by Ms Crisp, an employee with a mental health condition, at the hands of the food company Iceland.

In essence, Iceland harassed Ms Crisp because of her condition. That was the finding of the industrial tribunal (you can read Personnel Today’s report of the tribunal outcomes here).
The harassment included one or two senior managers from the firm actually mocking her condition.

What’s more, it looks to me as if the company’s HR processes and procedures were as loose as a clown’s pocket – unforgivable for such a mature business and brand.
Interestingly, the tribunal made it clear that they expect senior managers in the company to attend disability awareness training with a focus on mental health issues.
Good. Chop chop you lot I say. And turn your mobiles off while you’re there.

What disturbed me most about this case was the bit about the area manager and the HR contact leaving that spiteful voicemail - albeit accidentally.
It would be all too easy to suggest that they could do with ‘training on how to use office telephones’ or ‘lessons on when to stay schtum”.

Because having such a profoundly dismal attitude in the first place is the true problem in need of a remedy. Let’s hope the training, and the painful publicity generated, is sufficient to change some attitudes.

Ok that’s enough moral high-ground ranting from me. But what a dreadful, dreadful story.

Monday, 8 October 2012

For f***'s sake…part deux


By Tim Richardson

Following on from my last blog about pain-related swearing I’m embarrassed to report that I have had some feedback from my peers.

It seems stubbing my own toes and seeing whether uttering ‘tranche’ and then an Anglo Saxon expletive to help dampen the pain is not scientific enough. My peers have reminded me that I need to redo the test multiple times to see if swearing really does help mitigate pain.  Otherwise, it’s just hokum science.

Silly me. Of course, they’re right. D’oh! Maybe using toe-stubbing isn’t the best part of my body on which to experiment. Or perhaps ‘tranche’ is too Gallic to count as a placebo swear word. F***!! What was I thinking?

Right. So now, I have my implements laid out in front of me. A hammer. Two thumbs. A card saying ‘Winston Churchill’ (they can’t hurl that Gallic abuse at me for that) and another saying ‘C***’.

Right, here goes on my left thumb. Thwack!

“WinstonChurchillWinstonChurchillWinstonChurchillWinstonChurchill…

Do you know what, he may be one of the greatest figures in British history of the twentieth century but I have to say, it still really f***ing hurts…

Now the right thumb…

C***C***C***C***C***C***C***C***oh f***ingc***c***

Nope. You know what…it still f***ing hurts. 

Monday, 1 October 2012

For f***'s sake!


By Tim Richardson

I love swearing.

Really, I do.

Seriously, I really ****ing love swearing.

And it seems I’m in good company. It seems the government’s chief whip also likes to sprinkle his conversations with expletives.  And why not?

After all, those short, punchy, hard-edged Anglo Saxon words are an absolute delight. They punctuate sentences delightfully adding emphasis when no other word will suffice.

Now, before you chuffing kick off and get all hoity-toity on me about bad language, some boffins conducted research and concluded that swearing can increase your pain threshold.

So, in a scientific experiment (of sorts) I decided to try it out for myself. I decided to stub a toe on my left foot and use a non-profanity to see if it helped. Let me tell you, screaming ‘tranche’ and hopping around the kitchen didn’t do it for me.  It really f***ing hurt.

Then, once the pain had subsided I deliberately stubbed my little toe on my right foot. In the name of science, I then opted for one of my favourite swear words to see if that would help ease the pain. Nope. It still really f***ing hurt.